Chapter 12.

NORA CARUSO. "Next time you speak French like that, do it in the bedroom." I opened my mouth to retort, to tell him he was arrogant, to tell him to go to hell, but nothing came out. I spun my cheeks flaming and marched toward the stairs without a word. "Pack a bag, Nora," he called after me, his voice laced with a teasing, dark chuckle that vibrated up my spine. "We have a boat ride and bring the swimsuit I left for you." I didn't look back. I fled up the grand staircase like Cinderella fleeing the ball, only my Prince Charming was a Russian mobster who had blackmailed my family. Once inside the safety of the suite, I leaned against the closed door, pressing my hands to my burning cheeks. Get a grip, Nora, I scolded myself. He is playing with you, he is a predator, and you are just the mouse he's batting around before he eats. I took a deep breath, pushed off the door, and went to the bed where a small white gift box was waiting. I opened it and stared. "You have got to be kidding me."